out of all the times you’d chew gum you’ve never been so idiotic that you’ve bitten your lip. think about it: you’re chewing gum in your mouth but you bite your lip? you’ve got absolutely no clue how it happened but before you knew it your lip was pooling crimson liquid. you throw your book to the side and touch your lip, pulling your finger back to see the blood, you pout “that’s a real shiner you got there” a familiar voice says. percy jackson. aka your number one least favorite human being you met him when he arrived at camp, almost instantly a rivalry started. a continuous need to be better than the other. what you hated most was how percy wouldn’t leave you alone. you’re trying to sit in silence? you want alone time? you want to complete a simple task? you want to sleep? nope, too bad. because percy jackson prevented you from doing anything your siblings said it’s because he liked you, just too afraid to show it so he disguised it with hate and tormenting. you, however, did not agree with this. you didn’t think percy felt anything for you besides loathing and absolute hatred. yet a part of you couldn’t help but think maybe your siblings had been right. when you think about it, why else would percy spend all this time with you? “what’re you doing here?” you snap he shrugs. “bored” you squint your eyes at him as he sits beside you, leaning back against the tree. “well go be bored somewhere else” “I think I’m gonna stay here, it’s comfortable” “then I’m leaving. I need to clean my lip anyways” you begin to stand up but percy grabs your wrist, pulling you back down “what the hell are you doing?” percy places one hand on your cheek and runs his thumb over the bite, red staining his finger. your face flushes the same color at the close proximity. for a moment you give into his touch, just a second. but realization takes over and you pull back, slapping his hand “don’t touch me, weirdo” you try to get up a second time, pulled down yet again but this time percy’s lips connect with yours.